tions, people flock to lay their money on the shrine.
They're not all the right sort of people yet, but their money's
good--and you can't think how amusing some of the poor pets are!

This Goodrich family I mentioned--a father, a mother, and three girls
(who look as if they ought to be what I used to call "thrins")--are real
darlings. They're so rich they can have everything they want, but they
don't know what to want. They've always lived in Colorado close to the
Garden of the Gods, and the only trips they ever took before were to the
Yellowstone Park and the Grand Canyon. Consequently the scenery of the
East looks to their eyes the height of miniature Japanese landscapes
where you can step over the tops of the highest trees. They are built on
the Garden of the Gods scale themselves, and take up so much room in a
motor car that they ought to pay extra. (I _do_ hope the girls may find
men tall enough and brave enough to dance with them to-night!) When
Peter Storm first saw the family, he quoted the blind man in the Bible
who received his sight by a miracle: "I see men as trees, walking!"

The Goodrichs aren't, however, the latest addition to the circle at
Kidd's Pines. Two days before we were due to start on this little jaunt
three youths we'd met on the ship turned up. They'd been "doing" the
battlefields of France they told us then, seeing the "backs of the
fronts"--nice boys, just out of college--and they'd hardly the price of
a meal left among them, they joyously said, when we landed. Of course
they were in love with Pat in a nice, young, hopeless way. They bade her
good-bye forever; but when they heard of the family crash, and read that
the previously Unattainable One had become chatelaine of a hotel, they
begged, borrowed, or stole (or more likely pawned) things which enabled
them to rally round her as clients. They could "run" only to one room
for the trio, and that the cheapest in the house; but you never saw
three such radiant faces, till this motor expedition happened to be
mentioned.

Fancy their feelings! Boats and bridges burnt at vast expense, and
nothing to show for the holocaust! The adored one gliding away from
under three disconsolate noses next day in an automobile full of Other
People! Tom, Dick, and Harry (according to us; Jim, Charlie, and Frank
according to their sponsors in baptism) simply couldn't bear it. They
went out; and four hours later came back with a car (Lord made it, so
let it pass f